HOME SWEET HOME

For Molly, My M.E. Friend in California

I love my house and garden.

I love my home, sweet home.

But body, spirit, mind and soul

Need space in which to roam.

Sometimes, my home's a prison,

My garden a prison-yard,

And I move from one to the other,

My existence immutably marred.

Sometimes, my home's a mausoleum

In which I am interred alive.

This “death in life” is killing me,

I want to LIVE, not merely survive.

Ffion